Page 134 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Issac
Ravi tipped his head down at Georgia. “What did you do to her?”
“It was just a little edge play.”
“Edge play?” He arched a brow at me. “Are you sure it wasn’t a full-on fight?”
“I think you’re overexaggerating.”
Georgia definitely looked weathered—she was sweaty, her hair was dishevelled and all over the place, and she was passed the fuck out—but I wouldn’t go so far as to say she looked battle-ridden.
“Am I?” Ravi’s eyes landed on the bright red scratches I could feel throbbing on my neck.
“What?” I shrugged. “She’s stubborn.”
“Uh-huh?” He looked at the tear in my shirt and over to the finger-sized bruises on her breasts.
I may have gotten a little handsy with her, but she wouldn’t stop squirming.
“Is that your hair wrapped around her fingers?”
That explained why my scalp was tingling. “Okay, Georgia was really stubborn.”
Not that I was complaining. I liked it when my prey fought back.
“Did you do it?”
I sneered at Ravi, “Of course, I did.”
Who the fuck did he think he was talking to? She may have held out for two hours before she finally bent and asked me to make her come, but I got the job done.
“Okay,” Ravi nodded. “Step one complete. Your father will be happy.”
“Fuck my father.” I wasn’t doing this for him.
“And yet, you’re still doing what he wants.” Ravi slid his eyes back over to me. “What changed your mind? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you decided to step up. I don’t want to end up like Matteo, but I thought you’d fight this shit for as long as possible.”
That was my plan. While I also had no desire to follow in Matteo’s footsteps, I could still stick it to my father by dragging this out for as long as I possibly could. “Let’s just say I was given extra incentive.”
“Must’ve been some good incentive.”
Oh, it was. That didn’t mean I was happy about it.
“Look on the bright side.” Ravi slapped his hand on my back. “She has a fantastic body on her.”
That she did: Georgia was tempting and soft, with curves in all the right places. But my favorite part was how small she was.
I reached down and flattened my palm on her lower abdomen. The span of my hand looked gigantic on her tiny form. My thumb nearly grazed her ribs while my fingers stretched towards her hipbone.
It wouldn’t take much to control her, even when she fought. The largest part of her was smaller than the smallest part of me. It was fucking hot, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so.
“Fuck me,” Ravi grumbled out a groan. “There isn’t much to her, is there?”
“No, there’s not.” When I finally suck my cock inside her, it would look like she was being impaled.
“She looks so sweet, too bad she’s asleep.”
My eyes drifted down to the sweet spot between her thighs, still glistening with the remnants of her orgasm. That delicate pink flesh was more tempting than any meal. The sweet flavor of her ecstasy was still in my mouth, making my cock throb for release.
